I have no idea what I am talking about
I am merely an open mouth
in a rickety shack
in the center of Yorketown,
music pouring out of me,
tuned randomly
to my own heart,
the wolves outside
held at bay
by a bumping bassline
I can vaguely feel
in my throat.
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a small kaleidoscope
of musical magic
can vaguely feel
in my throat
Keep that bass slapping so the wolves keep out. Nice writing, Sean.
Love the title, and Boy! Can I relate to it.
Feels like you personified a stereo speaker. Love it.